Hanggliding
A few pics from hang gliding this summer. We were towed by an ultralite up one mile and then released. It took about half an hour to glide down. I have to admit, once the tow rope was released I began to internally freak out but managed to talk myself down. I couldn't exactly get off that ride now could I so I might as well enjoy it. And I did after that. Sonny (the instructor) showed me how to manipulate my body weight in order to turn the glider.
Tim striding across the airstrip. We wasted a ton of time trying to figure out where we needed to go--there were a bunch of college-age kids hanging around and we heard them say that they'd been there since 11 (our reservation was for 2) so we got a bit worried. We finally figured out they were there to skydive not hang glide. And we eventually figured out that we needed to cross the airstrip and go out to the middle of a field where a couple of hang gliders were along with a guy sitting behind a table. Lo and behold it was Sonny, our instructor. He had us sign and initial several forms, none of which we really read. Sonny just pointed out where we needed to initial and would say "scary stuff, sign here," "scary stuff, sign here," "more scary stuff, sign here."
Yay! The hang glider.
Sonny and I all hooked up. It took maybe 10 minutes since we arrived before I was in this thing. I figured it would be best if I didn't think too hard about what was going to happen.
And I really wish I had taken my camera up with me. But Tim said the battery died soon after he took this photo so I guess it doesn't really matter.
Would I do it again? Absofuckinglutely. In fact Tim and I have discussed going in the spring and this time being towed up to 10,000 feet. Yikes.
